Quotes About Power

Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong, And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.

betimes I will—to the weird sisters. (140) More shall they speak, for now I am bent to know, By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good, All causes shall give way. I am in blood Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak when power to flattery bows?

Ay, sir, that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the king best service in the end: he keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again.

Why should their liberty than ours be more?

This tune goes manly. Come, go we to the King. Our power is ready; Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day. They exit.

Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing.

The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,            For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires, Let not light see my black and deep desires. The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

Thrice to thine and thrice to mine and thrice again, to make up nine. Peace! The charm's wound up.

the essence of Macbeth is seeing a great and intelligent man succumb to the forces of darkness. What gives the tragedy

Let Rome in Tiber melt and the wide arch / Of the ranged empire fall. Here is my space. / Kingdoms are clay; our dungy earth alike / Feeds beast as man.

Why, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones: I can compare our rich misers to nothing so fitly as to a whale; a' plays and tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at last devours them all at a mouthful:

Of France and England, did this king succeed; Whose state so many had the managing. That they lost France and made his England bleed.

Therein, ye gods, ye make the weak most strong; Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat. Nor stony wall, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit: But life being weary of these worldly bars Never lacks power to dismiss itself.

I have a wife I love. I wish she were in heaven so she could appeal to some power to make this dog Jew change his mind. NERISSA It's nice you're offering to sacrifice her behind her back. That wish of yours could start quite an argument back at home.

The raging rocks And shivering shocks Shall break the locks        Of prison gates: And Phibbus' car Shall shine from far, And make and mar        The foolish Fates.

Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure: here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man: But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this. O! O! 'tis foul!

No donde come, sino donde es comido. Cierta asamblea de gusanos políticos está ahora con él. El gusano es el único emperador de la dieta; nosotros cebamos a todos los demás animales para engordarnos, y nos engordamos a nosotros mismos para cebar a los gusanos. El rey gordo y escuálido mendigo no son más que servicios distintos, dos platos, pero de una misma mesa; he aquí el fin de todo.

the pleached bower, Where honeysuckles ripened by the sun Forbid the sun to enter, like favorites Made proud by princes, that advance their pride Against that power that bred it.

Sawcy, and ouer-bold, how did you dare To Trade, and Trafficke with Macbeth, In Riddles, and Affaires of death; And I the Mistris of your Charmes, The close contriuer of all harmes, Was neuer call'd to beare my part, Or shew the glory of our Art?

Ay, truly, for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness.

As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war.

That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

Our son shall win. QUEEN-He is fat and scant of breath. Here Hamlet, Wipe thy brow.